The Sentinels tell me we'll be okay

'A pickle' was too light a wording in Charon's eyes — it was worse than that, and he didn't know what to do with it. He supposed all he could do was let time flow and hope that the wounds inflicted would get better just like the wounds on his face had closed and like wounds in the past had closed. He clenched his jaw -- though not consciously so -- when she mentioned not blaming the children, wishing that they would not have to bear the wounds of what had happened in some way or another, but knowing it to be so.

"I won't," he said, though he knew that this was a promise he could not possibly make. He just didn't want Osprey to think he was an ass. As for holy fools, he shook his head, waiting for her explanation.